Dear Michael,
I know you're dead, but I still talk to you. I still write you letters. I still sleep next to you at night.
I guess I am crazy. You've been gone this whole time. The five months we spent together was a lie. It was all just a dream. But everything before that was real. I know that for a fact. I want it back. I want you back.
I made friends with the anorexic girl across the hall. She is so small, so very small. She says she sees you too, but I know she's lying. Only I can see you, because you're in my brain. I'm crazy, that's why I see you.
The doctors have prescribed me to a pill. I don't want to take it. They said it would make me happy. It did anything but that. Those pills make it to where I can't see you. They take you away from me, Michael. I hate those stupid pills. You're the only thing keeping me alive, when even you aren't alive. I can't let you leave me. Not this time.
The anorexic girls name is Georgia. She's really nice and understands my pain. She lost her boyfriend too. That's why she doesn't eat. She wants to feel the pain he inflicted on himself. She wants to die the same way he did.
I hope she doesn't die. She's my only friend. She's the only person who talks to me here. I can't lose the only person I have. Even my parents gave up on me. They're scared of me. She isn't. She understands. She promised she would be my friend until I left this place.
I have to leave for therapy now. I love you Michael. I don't love myself, but I love you. Even if right now the only thing left of you is me. So I guess in a way I love myself. Who would have thought?
Love,
Elora
